Updated: March 14, 2010
Dear Past Self,
Thank you for battling the sweet allure of sleep in your own bed to write me this note last year. I've got the shoe situation under control (Keds power, activate!) but may well have otherwise forgotten what my favorite burger was at Hut's. I think I am even going to republish the list so that the rest of the internet can benefit from your foresight.
Oh, by the way, the rest of 2010 is kinda going to suck, but you'll live!
Hugs & kisses,
Your Past Self
March 22, 2009
Dear Future Self,
Remember last year when it was 2 AM and you'd just returned from SXSW 2009 and you were sitting at home while thousands of other people were still rocking out in Austin, most of them just happy that Kanye decided to show up this time
? You were a little sad that you would miss the last night but once you
were home in your own bed and there wasn't some shitty MySpace band
playing at the bar next door at such a volume that your hotel room's
crown molding was trembling, you were actually pretty happy about it.
Your trip was fun, but despite having overcome the learning curve of your
, you still picked up a few more lessons that you would like
not to forget before SXSW 2010, should you be so lucky to attend. Barring a complete economic meltdown
and dissolution of the music and/or BBQ industries, here are some
things to remember.
Your Past Self
No really, don't wear new shoes.
And don't wear old shoes if they're
not comfortable. Hopefully you went to buy some good tennis shoes after
you wrote this so that they're all nice and perfectly broken in by next
year. Please don't make this mistake three years running.
Sunscreen is a good thing.
And sunburn is bad. And lanyard tans are not sexy.
Go to a show at Central Presbyterian Church already.
The sound is
beautiful and, though your desire to do this will be considerably
lessened by your very comfortable and supportive shoes, there are
places to sit down.
Get off of Sixth Street more often.
Remember, Nobunny's show at Scoot
Inn was creepy as all get out but not nearly as horrific as the Captain
Morgan mascot and his booty-shaking entourage and their God-awful, Fall
Out Boy-blasting boom box.
Actually pick up your Fader Fort wristband.
Stand in that needlessly
long line, peruse the overpriced denim, snag some free beer and ride
the unicorns with Zach Condon or whatever else they have going on in
Continue to enjoy not having wasted your money on an iPhone...
If AT&T gets their on-site network under control, and if someone develops an app that will allow you to nap and see bands at the same time, you will consider remorse. Consider.
Hope the pedestrian bridge hasn't been deemed too pedestrian...
...and go to a secret show there.
Go to Hut's again, and get Mel's No. 2 again.
Best. Burger. Ever.